Our Ceasing Voice
new york in the rain
isnât it beautiful, new york in the rain?
youâre dancing with strangers
and their heartbreak runs through your veins
here we are, you and me and the panic of a city
full of cowards and thieves and hopeless romantics
ainât it tragic
we are lost in the rain
I sense danger in the ghost of your smile
pretending that thereâs just
the world Iâve seen through your eyes
donât you love new york in the rain?
youâre siding with strangers
and yet they cannot soften your pain
here we are, you and me and the panic of a city
full of cowards and thieves and hopeless romantics
and ainât it tragic
we are lost in the rain
and raindrops of sorrow
turn to blood in our veins